Sometimes I slip,
For when I think of you,
I plummet into the depths of my mind.
For I found darkness within you.
Etched within, wounds you swore to have left confined.
Hatred in bawled fists you threw,
Shattering the tie I though to bound you and I.
I bid you now, please unwind.
Meaningless tears shed,
Yet I was a fool to have believed you bled.
Curse me, for I should have drawn the line.
Standing beneath this dying tree,
Love I claimed lasted an eternity.
Now alone, a tangible emptiness grazing the fingertips we once kept entwined.
Like a dove lost without its lover,
Attraction wilts and soon dies,
Pity that unspoken flutter laced within calling you mine.
Within the emptiness of this soul,
Lies a soundless whisper ever so bold,
For even without, I will make it out defined.